Free Mastering Maeve by Tara Finnegan

removed; there was nothing between them now but naked honesty. He led her to the bed and guided her to a lying position, his fingers gently trailing her body, familiarising themselves with her shape and texture. The shovel-like hands that had produced such pain moments earlier were tender and loving as they brought goose-pimples of pleasure to her skin. He gently palmed her breasts and nipples and wave after wave of pleasure rose through her body. She reached for his engorged cock.
    “All good things to those who wait, Maeve,” he said firmly. “I want to get to know your body first.”
    Larry leaned over to reach his pants and pulled a packet of condoms from his pocket, unopened and with a price tag that she recognised as the chemist at the airport.
    “Sure of yourself, aren’t you,” Maeve commented with a grin and squealed again at the light slap that followed to her pussy. She certainly hadn’t been expecting that. But immediately, the sting passed and it just added to her arousal and need for him.
    “Smartass! I was sure of nothing, but I was not going to keep that charade you had started going. I didn’t know what would happen but I knew what I wanted. I hoped you still wanted it too.”
    As Larry trailed his hands from her breasts, down her body to her tummy and hips, she arched her back impatiently, wanting more, mentally begging his fingers to move down lower, to soothe the scorching desire his light spank had inflamed. She felt him lightly tickle her small mound of trimmed black pubic hair and her body screamed with anticipation as she silently urged him to hurry. Finally his fingers found her aching core, slick with moisture and anticipation. She groaned in pleasure as he applied pressure against her swollen eager clit with his palm while gently probing her slit with his finger. She was in pleasure overload as her body tightened and tensed. He held her in that state of heightened arousal for almost too long, teasingly increasing the pressure until she could bear it no longer. Maeve had just discovered the benefits of a spanking as her body was hypersensitive. The intense shock of her orgasm caused her to cry out. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was immediately a convert.
    She moved her hands along his chest to his tummy again, this time refusing to be deterred. She tentatively took his engorged shaft in her hand. His groan told her it was good and she massaged it up and down, lubricating it with a mixture of her saliva and his own pre-cum juices. She encircled the purple head in her palm and stroked to and fro until he stopped her.
    “Make love to me, please,” she begged.
    She really wanted to tell him to fuck her, as that was what she needed most in this state of excitement, but she was afraid that the crudity would put him off, making him think she was taking it too casually. But Maeve knew she didn’t want casual, not this time. She had never felt so right about anything and she wanted it to go on and on. For the first time since she had lost her parents, she felt like she was some precious gift, treasured above all else and she was secure in his embrace. She felt at home. She took a condom from the package and rolled it on his hard cock, pausing only to brush the tip with a featherlike kiss. He coaxed her down onto her back.
    “I want to be able to see your face when I’m inside,” he told her when she resisted. He entered her slowly, with a tenderness that belied his bulk. She urged him on by forcing her hips upwards. She wanted to feel the full of him. Her wet pussy was aching for him to conquer it. His penetration was simply the culmination of an erotic victory, body and soul. She shuddered in another climax as he thrust the final piece of his shaft fully inside her, claiming her as his own. His thrusts grew in intensity and urgency as she tightened around him. They found their unified stride and he pumped harder and faster, thrusting as deep inside as he could,